Between the feel of hands and claws at his stomach, and the fang at his lip, Dante can't help but make an excited noise into the kiss. He kind of wishes he was in demon form so he could use claws in return - which is an odd feeling, as he's never thought positively of that form before. His hands roam upwards, finding their way to Alastor's wings again.

He kneads his thumbs along the membranes, pressing in as he touches.